At least Picture

At least let me gazeForever at your faceDon't make me close the eyesThat stare at your splendour

I shall have no more needOf arms that can embraceIf you will never look at meFrom the heavens where you dwell

I shall have no more needOf feet that run and danceIf they will never bring meClose enough to your path

My voice I will forsakeAnd be silent evermoreRooted always to the soilYet ever facing the Sun...______

Clythie, who, according to Ovid's Metamorphoses, caused the death of her rival for the sun god Apollo's love. He was much grief-stricken and, furious, never even looked at Clythie anymore. Despairing, she sat for days looking at the Sun's daily course through the skies, until she finally became a sunflower...